The stove was lit early in Yifang Pavilion, and when it was burning well, Jiang Changxi pushed the door in, and felt a warm air, which washed away the cold around him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"It's so warm." Xiutan rubbed her hands, and when her hands were warm, she immediately stepped forward to untie Jiang Changxi's cloak, "Girl, slowly enter the inner room, it's too warm all of a sudden, and it's easier to have a headache." ”

"The girl has a sip of hot water to warm up." Qingrong poured a cup of hot water, steaming, with the smell of red dates and ginger.

Jiang Changxi tasted it, sweet and slightly spicy: "Red dates and ginger candy?" ”

"Yes, it is the most suitable for the girl to drink now." Qingrong saw her take a sip and put it down, and couldn't help urging her: "Xiutan deliberately boiled it, it took a long time, don't waste her mind." ”

Xiutan, who was hanging clothes in the back room, heard it, and a faint voice came out from inside: "Yes, girl, the kitchen has picked out the best red dates and brown sugar, and the slave has been boiling for more than an hour." If you are left, the slave will die of sorrow. ”

Jiang Changxi looked at the remaining half cup of red dates and ginger syrup in his hand, and felt a sense of guilt, and said with a half-for-bearance smile: "Then I really have to drink it all, otherwise I can't help but stare at the fire for more than an hour." ”

"Yes, yes." Xiutan hurriedly persuaded her to drink quickly.

Jiang Changxi had no choice but to pinch her nose and drink it all, the thick ginger flavor melted in her mouth, she used a lot of strength to barely suppress the urge to stick out her tongue, and the ginger spicy fell into her stomach and turned into a full stomach.

remembered that she had poured Jiang Changyuan a big bowl of sobering soup not long ago, and now it was her turn to drink the ginger soup she had never liked, and it was really unpleasant......

"The girl drank slowly, and the slave and maid cooked a lot." Xiutan packed up her things and came out, looking at the empty cup in Jiang Changxi's hand, smiling.

Jiang Changxi's hands trembled, and he almost hit her face with a cup.

Qingrong covered his mouth and laughed on the side, afraid that Jiang Changxi would really not be able to control the cup and smash it, so he hurriedly urged Xiutan to prepare water.

The door opened and closed, a trace of cold wind brought in a few snowflakes, the room was warm, the snowflakes melted before they hit the ground, and there was not even a trace on the ground.

Jiang Changxi sat quietly for a while, listening to the cold and whirring sound of the wind outside the house, listening to the weird and terrifying. Obviously, the snow is not much.

It didn't take long for Xiutan to prepare water and come back, and after several rough envoys lifted the water to the screen in the inner room, they quickly retreated together.

"Girl, the water is ready." Xiutan took Jiang Changxi's change of clothes and came out.

"Hmm." Jiang Changxi got up slowly, walked into the inner room, turned to the screen, and Xiutan followed in with his clothes.

Jiang Changxi's hand to untie his clothes paused, and the embroidery on his coat was finely buttoned with the nails of the good-looking Danko, "Xiutan, is Yifang Pavilion out of charcoal?" ”

Xiutan, who was hanging her clothes on the shelves one by one, thought about it and replied: "No, what about the charcoal I just received this month." ”

"Yes, I feel that the house is still not warm enough, you go and see if the charcoal is going to run out, add some more." Jiang Changxi took off his coat, folded it and put it aside.

Xiutan felt it, as if it was not warm for example, thinking that maybe the charcoal was really burning, the girl's illness was not yet complete, but she couldn't be cold.

"The girl washes first, and the slave and maid go and go back."

"The road is slippery in the snow, it doesn't matter if you walk slowly, Qingrong will come in and serve."

Qingrong, who was outside the screen, heard Jiang Changxi's summons to come in. Xiutan originally said that it was in a courtyard, what were you afraid of on a snowy day. But seeing that Qingrong had already come in, she didn't say much, and bowed and withdrew to look for charcoal.

After Xiutan left, Jiang Changxi began to take off his middle clothes, and Qingrong's eyesight was excellent, so he hurriedly stepped forward to wrap Jiang Changxi's injured wrist.

The medicine Jiang Changxi used was excellent, it was specially prepared by Xin Ze, which could stop bleeding faster and help scab over, but no matter how good the medicine was, it couldn't make her injury heal immediately, and the wound still looked bloody and hideous.

Qingrong gasped, it hurt more than if he was injured, "For the sake of the prince, the girl is really willing to do anything." ”

Jiang Changxi let her help him wrap the wound, and then stepped into the bath bucket, raised his hand and buried himself in the warm bath soup, the warm current immersed his limbs, Jiang Changxi was so comfortable that he couldn't help but sigh.

"He is the husband I chose myself, and he is my future dependence, if I don't give it to him, who should I give it to." The water flowed over his shoulder, Jiang Changxi handed the handkerchief to Qingrong, his little face was stained with water droplets, shining under the candle flame, and his tenderness was like water: "He treats me well, and I want to treat him well, so that I can be harmonious and beautiful in this day." Always giving, without return, is not thirsty for the other party, and the heart will be tired. ”

Qingrong pinched the handkerchief and rubbed Jiang Changxi's back, and his pale skin was even more jade under the candlelight.

Qingrong listened to Jiang Changxi's words, and always felt that if he didn't say a few funny words, his heart tightened, "Girl, you haven't married yet, how can you talk about the way to get along with husband and wife, everything is the way." I'm not afraid to spread it, that would be a shame to death. ”

Jiang Changxi smiled indifferently, picked up the water and splashed her: "It's you and me here, and I will only tell you." If it is preached in the coming day, it will be preached by you. As the saying goes, if I die of shame, I will definitely want you to accompany me. ”

"Not really." Qingrong avoided the water splashed by Jiang Changxi, Yingying said with a smile. I don't know if I'm saying that she won't pass on the word, or that Jiang Changxi won't let her accompany her to death in shame.

It was cold, and the water was cold fast, so Jiang Changxi soaked for a while, and came out without asking anyone to add more water, wiped off the water and was getting dressed.

Qingrong is a person who practices martial arts, his ears are smart, and no matter how big the wind and snow are outside, he can hear the sound of Xiutan running back. She started to button the coil of Jiang Changxi's middle shirt and fastened the belt, "The girl doesn't plan to let Xiutan know about your injury?" ”

Jiang Changxi glanced at his left hand, took his coat with his right hand and put it on, "Xiutan knows, it's not far from grandmother knowing." ”

After all, Xiutan was a maid from the old lady, but she had no intention of revealing the situation on Jiang Changxi's side to the old lady, and the old lady would have the heart to ask in the future, and Xiutan would not dare not say it.

What's more, Jiang Changxi and the old lady's ancestors and grandchildren are very harmonious, and Jiang Changxi will not hide many things from the old lady, and Xiutan will not hide her from the old lady.

Qingrong knew that Jiang Changxi didn't want the old lady to worry, "But Xiutan is the girl's personal maid after all, and she follows the girl every day to serve the food and daily life, and it's okay to hide it for a day or two, but after a long time, Xiutan will also be suspicious." "In the end, most of the girl's personal affairs are taken care of by Xiutan, and she has been avoided for a long time, even if Xiutan is not smart, she should notice that something is wrong.

"It's fine. The medicine given by the master was very good, and the wound healed in a few days, but some traces were found, and it was also a small injury that was accidentally obtained. ”

Walking back to the back room, Jiang Changxi looked out. Xiutan is coming back with a basket of charcoal. She was covered in snow and wind, and was warming herself by the fireside outside so as not to bring the snow to the back room.

The stove outside was not very hot, and there was a porcelain jar, and the jar was gurgling with red dates and ginger syrup, and Jiang Changxi poured a cup for her with his own hands.

"After drinking to warm up, go back to your room and sleep, and celebrate the vigil tonight."

Qingrong knew that Jiang Changxi had something to say to her, and said to Xiutan, "Go to sleep, count me back the love you had for my vigil last time." ”

Qingrong and Xiutan have always taken turns to keep vigil, and occasionally there are situations where you do it for me and I do it for you, and there are many times, and Xiutan doesn't remember what Qingrong said last time.

But Qingrong is willing to keep vigil for her, and she won't shirk it.

When there was silence everywhere and only Jiang Changxi and Qingrong were left in the main room, Jiang Changxi took out the medicine sent by Qingsong during the day from under his pillow.

Jiang Changxi poured out a pill in front of Qingrong, and the blood-red pill was only the size of his little finger, and he couldn't smell anything except the faint fragrance of medicine.

"This is the antidote with red pill grass?" Qingrong looked left and right, a small pill was no different from the blood pill that Jiang Changxi used to suppress blood addiction to King Nanxiang in the past, Mr. Xin wouldn't be wrong about the prescription, right? Or did Qingsong take it wrong?

"This is the antidote, I asked Master to make the medicine like this. Only in this way can the truth be confusing, and the prince will take the antidote. Jiang Changxi knew in his heart that before Xin Ze practiced the antidote to blood Gu, Han Weiqi would definitely not take the antidote to blood addiction first. He never said it, but Jiang Changxi understood his intentions.

To live together, to die together.

Jiang Changxi lowered his eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed slightly.

But how could she be reluctant.

Jiang Changxi poured the medicine back into the bottle and handed a whole bottle to Qingrong, "As usual, send this bottle of medicine to the prince." The prince will not doubt it. ”

"Girl." Qingrong looked down at the medicine in his hand, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, "How do I feel like the girl is explaining...... What happened after the death? "Otherwise, even the prince's back road has been arranged.

Jiang Changxi hit Qingrong's head with a shock, and said angrily: "What nonsense, I haven't lived enough." Master has some ability, I know in my heart, the antidote to blood Gu is imperfect, and he will definitely be able to practice it. ”

"Why did the girl insist on hiding it from the prince and tricking the prince into taking the antidote first?" Can't you wait for Mr. Xin to practice the antidote to the blood Gu, and then let the prince eat the antidote? Or tell the prince plainly, it's better than sneaking around like a thief.

What's more, this medicine is refined with red pill grass, so if you are not careful, you have to send it out casually as usual, what if you lose it?

"I don't know what the sequelae will be after taking the antidote to the blood Gu. There is no best, what if there is? At that time, I will also coerce the prince to marry me. Jiang Changxi said it well.

Qingrong: "......" I feel like you're lying to me, but it makes sense......

"Go ahead." Jiang Changxi knew that Qingrong had always used Tianshui Tang's special channel to send medicine to Han Weici, just to avoid being intercepted by someone and discovering the secret in her blood. is also like this, so she can rest assured that Qingrong will send the real antidote out like this, instead of handing it over to Han Weiqi herself.

Jiang Changxi covered the quilt: "Quietly send a message to Sister Qin and invite her to come to the house for tea tomorrow." ”